Raegan was frightened by this scene. She pulled Mitchel's sleeve and kept begging, “Mitchel, please stop them. This is only between us.

Please don't get others involved. This child is not his."

But her pleading was futile. It infuriated Mitchel even more. He sneered, “Raegan, you know that I don't want you to defend other men.”

There was a cold and cruel look in his eyes.

"Break his other hand."

The two bodyguards promptly followed. They lifted Henley's left hand and were about to break it.

“Ah!" Raegan suddenly shouted in pain. She shook her head desperately.

“Mitchel, this is your baby. It's yours!"

Mitchel's heart skipped a beat upon hearing this.

In the quiet of the night, Mitchel's gaze darkened with uncertainty.

He desperately wanted to believe Raegan's words, but the doctor's words, that damning report, and Henley now lying on the ground made her statement seem increasingly implausible.

As his hesitation grew, Raegan's heart felt as if a heavy stone had settled within it.

It was clear that, even with the truth on her lips, Mitchel remained skeptical, unwilling to trust her words.

Nevertheless, she had to make it unequivocally clear that she couldn't allow Henley to get entangled in this mess.

Tears welled in her eyes as she explained, “I was only so angry that you didn't believe me, so I lied to you. The child is yours.”

Raegan cast a sorrowful glance at Henley, who was bravely enduring the pain on the ground. In a choked voice, she added, "Can you please let Henley tend to his wounds first?"

Henley had come to her aid in moments of despair countless times, and now, he lay battered because of her.

The overwhelming guilt kept her tears flowing.

Mitchel looked at the scene with a cold, unyielding gaze, his throbbing headache adding to his agony.

He grasped Raegan's chin and forcefully turned her to face him. He asked coldly, "Raegan, are you lying to me again just to protect this man?"